Liz
Today was Christmas Day and we were going to Brendon's parents house.
El was gonna go to my brother's house and spend Christmas with our family.
I put Max in his swing in the kitchen and went to make him a bottle.
He started getting fussy. "Max, I'll just be a second. I have to make your bottle, love.", I said, looking at him.
He started getting more fussy so I gave him his paci.
He successfully calmed down and I sighed a sigh of relief. These last couple weeks have been absolute hell.
I love the little dude, but he's hard work.
I tested the temperature of the milk before taking him over to the couch and feeding him.
"Someone was hungry.", a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see my fiancé standing there, looking at me and Max.
"Babe, what the hell!", I yelled.
He took Max from out of my hands and started burping him.
I smiled and snapped a photo.
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I put Max in his car seat/ carrier and brought him out to the car.
Bren came out carrying the presents for his siblings and parents that were underneath the tree.
He put them in the trunk before locking it up.
"Is that everything?", he asked.
"I think so, yeah.", I replied.
He started the car and we drove to LA.
We got to Bren's parents' house and I got out of the car and took Max out of the back.
Bren put the presents on the porch.
We rang the doorbell and Bren's sister, Kyla came to open the door.
"Liz! How are you doing?", she asked, hugging me.
"I'm great, how are you?", I replied.
"I'm great as well, thank you for asking.", she said.
"And this is the famous Max that I've heard so much about.", she cooed, tickling Max's tummy.
He giggled, making me smile.
We went inside and Bren started yelling as soon as he stepped foot into the house. "The Anderson- Urie's have arrived!"
"Liz!", Bren's brother, Matt said, walking towards me.
"Hey Matt!", I replied, hugging him.
I took Max out of his car seat and sat down in the living room.
Everyone sat next to the three of us, excited to be around the new baby.
"Okay everyone. This is Max Oliver Urie.", I said.
They all awwed as they saw him in his little Christmas onesie and his little Santa hat.
I handed him to Kara before seeing Grace and Boyd.
"Liz! How are you honey?", Grace asked, engulfing me in a tight hug.
"I'm amazing, how are the both of you doing?", I replied.
"We're great!", Boyd replied, giving me a hug as well.
Boyd reminded me of my dad.
The hair, the beard.
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trade mistakes; brendon urie (REWRITTEN)
Fanfictionelizabeth 'liz' juliet anderson grew up in ohio, born in to a significantly high class family, with a father who owned his own company, and a stay at home mother. brendon 'bren' boyd urie grew up middle class in the suburbs of las vegas , going on t...